Hero? Are You Worthy?-Chapter 785 - 534: To Be Human ( - 2, 8000)

The originally flawless skin was now peeling off the body like layers of paper.

That vision.

And the barely audible wails one seemed to hear in the process, only intensified the sensation of true terror.

Florence was acutely aware of what fate awaited her if this continued, yet the unbearable itching made her unable to control her own arms.

In the blink of an eye, a woman of grace and gentleness was completely bloodstained.

Yet Florence’s mind remained startlingly clear, feeling every ounce of pain and torture distinctly, but even so, she never regretted the decision she had made.

Listeining to those muffled cries of agony, the Lord of Pleasure’s face showed an even deeper smile.

This was the art of punishment.

To those lowly Divine who dared to defy the Gods, death was not a punishment; it was a blessing.

Only when other Life beheld the desolate and pitiful state of the punished did they understand how truly fearsome the Gods were, realizing how foolish it was to defy them.

Every struggle of the woman, each cry she emitted, and every drop of blood that poured from her body, added a heavy weight of fear upon the hearts of others.

The Lord of Pleasure believed that after seeing the horrific state of Florence, no one else would dare to obstruct his actions.

As for the obstructions left by Florence?

What a joke.

Those stone walls might be robust to others, but to a being like the Lord of Pleasure, they were no different from the air.

With a delicate, pale arm, he waved casually.

"Disappear."

A gentle voice escaped the Lord of Pleasure.

Whooosh.

It was as if one could hear the weird wind.

And then, thirteen stone walls, each one meter thick and tens of meters tall, disintegrated in an instant.

They didn’t collapse or break into rubble; they turned directly into fine dust, blanketing thickly over the ground like a desert.

Human Strength is so frail before the Gods... The disparity is so vast that it can drive one to despair, a difference no degree of will or courage could ever reverse.

A mass of venomous snakes quickly spread once again.

The Lord of Pleasure was curious, wondering what form Oni Benar would take after Desire eroded her.

Would she turn out like the other women beside her, resisting Desire with all her might to maintain her last shred of dignity and decorum?

Or would she entirely succumb, transforming from the Earth Mother Goddess into the Goddess of Desire?

Such a picture was indeed pleasing to ponder.

But soon, the Lord of Pleasure’s expression changed, his bewitchingly handsome face losing its previous elegance and smugness, becoming somewhat somber.

His eyes suddenly shot towards another side.

There, another woman had stood up.

It was Inas.

Even just standing up had drained a lot of Inas’s Strength, she was panting heavily, her cheeks flushed red.

Her eyes occasionally betrayed surges of confusion.

Gods, are they terrifying?

Indeed, the power of the Gods is immense. Any human, no matter their strength, is but an ant before a God, unable to hide their frailty and insignificance, no matter how fiercely they may struggle.

Was the fate of her mother dire?

Gruesome indeed.

Covered in blood from head to toe.

Her once gentle hands were now tearing at her own skin, the delicate and tender flesh could barely be seen intact, with some areas even revealing white bones beneath.

Is challenging the Gods foolish?

Utterly foolish!

There is nothing more asinine than challenging an opponent that cannot possibly be defeated.

Is it frightening?

It is frightening!

Having seen the fate befallen her mother, Inas was vividly aware that provoking the Gods would lead to even crueler torment.

Even Inas felt like a true fool for, in such a situation, the wisest choice might have been to prostrate and pledge fealty and loyalty to this terrifying God. Perhaps that was the best option?

Maybe only then would there be a chance of survival.

The will to live is instinctual... it seems even preferable to cling to life.

As long as one lives, there is hope, but in death, there’s truly nothing left.

Moreover, as a fool who still defied the Gods after they had meted out punishment, even death wouldn’t be swift.

My fate would be even worse than my mother’s.

Just what was going through my mind, to stand up under these circumstances?

Inas didn’t understand; her mind was muddled, and she was even unsure what kind of willpower had supported her to stand at this moment.

Was it to cleanse the sins from her own soul?

She certainly bore sins, but at that time, a brand had been seared onto her soul; to say it was against her control wouldn’t be an overstatement, right?

Even if she had sinned, over the past year, she had saved thousands of Lives; her sins should have been cleansed, right? freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Was it for Qin Chu?

She had no fondness for Qin Chu.

That man, in her mind, was nothing but a scoundrel, consumed by lust.

Was it because Qin Chu had saved her, so now she wanted to express her gratitude?

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